Aug 07 2007

I may be broken.

Published by at 11:09 pm under Friends,The Fam,Travel

We’re leaving for Drummond Island in a few days. This is, for those of you who are new, our somewhat annual family get-together. We go up north and hang out with my mom, stepdad, and whatever siblings we can rustle up. This year, pickings on the sibling front will be slim, since one is in Australia, her twin is going to visit her in September and can’t afford two vacations so close together, and another has once again succumbed to the need to work for a living. J-bird and her husband are crossing their fingers that nothing will stop them from going, but their plans are considered tentative until they are actually on the car ferry to the island.

That was a lot of exposition. But, I was talking to Mom on the phone today. She called to tell me that she and stepdad might be going up a couple of days early, depending. We talked about what had changed at the place where we always stay, and then she mentioned off-hand that she was already packing. And she had just talked to J-bird, and she was also already packing.

What. The. F?

Just so you know, we’re leaving on Saturday. It is now Tuesday. And these people are already packing their clothes. I asked Mom, rather incredulously, “Uh, how many clothes do you have? Because if I packed now, I would be running around naked until Saturday.” I mean, I like clothing as much as anyone, but my summer wardrobe is pretty small, just because every year I realize that there are 3-5 shirts that didn’t make it through the rigors of summer activity and have been relegated to dust rags. Summer is a rough season on clothes.

But, it’s not even that. I can’t conceive of doing anything that far ahead of time. Sure, I have some errands that need to be done before we go up north, but they are things like ‘get an oil change’ and ‘make sure we have cash for bridges and tolls’. Packing this far ahead? CRAZY. It’s way too out-in-front for me.

Maybe it all ties into something that Mackers and I talked about a couple months ago. She had sent me one of those surveys that you fill out in ten minutes and then forward on to everyone you’ve ever met. One of the questions was something like “Would you ever date me?” My answer was that, aside from the fact that neither of us is gay, we would drive each other nuts because I am far too laid-back for her. It’s true, I get stressed about some things, but they are things that the rest of the world generally considers stupid and unlikely. When it comes to things like packing for a trip that is still four days out, or keeping the house totally immaculate, or even holding down a job just because that’s what people do – those things don’t bother me so much.

Now I’m wondering if this is a symptom of me being broken in some heretofore unsuspected way. Because if both my mom and my sister are packing this far ahead, it either means that they are totally freaking nuts, or that I am way too relaxed about making sure that all seven of my summer shirts make it into a suitcase.

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